Yeah
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I mean like
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I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know
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I was popping that Cristal
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When all y'all niggas thought it was beer and shit, you know
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Wearing that platinum shit
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When all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit
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I gotta really be the pioneer of this shit
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Bottom line
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I'ma show you how to do it, check
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Yo, I spit that other shit
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That's the nice motherf*cker shit
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Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga
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You beer money, I'm all year money
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I'm popping, you ain't gotta count it, it's all there money
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I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money
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NARC'd up, marked up, f*cked up in the game money
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I got bail money, XXL money
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You got flash now, but time will reveal money
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I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit
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That down South Master P, 'bout it 'bout it shit
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I got blood money, straight up thug money
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That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money
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You got show dough, little to no dough
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Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough
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I got nine hundred and ninety six plus four more dough
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You crazy, you fugazi, I'm loco with dough papo
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Imaginary playmates
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Imaginary playmates
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Imaginary playmates
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Imaginary playmates
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And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats
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All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack
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When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that
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Damn playboy, where the f*ck is the Hummer at?
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Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?
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Those ain't Rolex diamonds, what the f*ck you done to that?
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Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me
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Selling records, being you but still you want to be me
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I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me
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And still you running around thinking you got something on me
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But I done did it
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And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it
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That's cool, I was the first one with it
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Original, Jigga's the future flow digital
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Still busting a gat when she gets critical
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Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused
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I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose
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Imaginary playmates
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Imaginary playmates
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Imaginary playmates
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Imaginary playmates
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Groupies I leave 'em all f*cked
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Niggas, awe struck
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Your single was ninety nine cents, mines was four bucks
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Last year, when niggas thought it was all luck
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But this year I've done it again, Jigga!
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What the f*ck
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Nigga stop whining, Jigga, still shining
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Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
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Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet
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I still throw three in your body, fleeing the party
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Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me
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Bet fifty, not dollars either I brought some dough with me
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I flow like the 5 series, in various areas
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And blow holes in your weak niggas theories
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It's funny how one verse can f*ck up the game
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You bought a 4.0 you better get your change
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Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame
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Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane
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Imaginary playmates
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I mean, like, be truthful man, how you think you gon' feel, right?
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You pull up in your 4.0 with your bitch
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I pull up in the 4.6 with my bitch with the seat back
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Bumping some other shit, you know, some other shit
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You'll probably hop on my dick right there, right in front of your bitch
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Ask me some stupid shit like
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"Yo, yo dog, what's the difference between a 4.0 and a 4.6?"
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Like 30 to 40 grand, cocksucker, beat it
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Yo, them shits even got leathers?
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